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my love to my loved ones, peace to my country and its fecund loam, faith to its men and virtue to its women, health to the gracious beings that dwell within the sacred paternal home. When you reach that shore, deposit the kiss I gave you on the wings of the wind above that with the wind it may rove and I may kiss all that I worship, honor and love!
This document provides a 3 paragraph summary of Dr. Jose Rizal's essay "Love of Country". It discusses how people of all backgrounds from around the world feel love and devotion for their motherland. Rizal describes the motherland as a beautiful yet demanding idol that inspires great works of art, poetry, and sacrifice from her people.
29 kwi 2014 · Jose Rizal’s poetic verses show his eternal love and appreciation for his mother. This is somehow his way of paying tribute to all the efforts of her dear mother. POEMS WRITTEN IN ATENEO MUNICIPAL DE MANILA. From 1872 to 1877, Jose Rizal studied at the Ateneo Municipal de Manila for his Bachiller en artes.
First Love: Segunda Katigbak–Puppy Teen-age Love–Doesn’t really count, a Transient Love. Rizal’s supposedly first love, Segunda Katigbak, was never a love match, but a harmless coquetry of a 14-year-old convent-bred girl and a teen-aged Rizal. Segunda was already betrothed to a Mr. Manuel Luz of Lipa, Batangas when they met.
images of people you love; you feel their breath in the sweet-smelling breeze, hear their song in the sound of the fountains, see their smile in the brilliance of the sun, sense their anxieties in the troubled howl-ing of the winds at night. A master of literary conceit, Rizal regales his reader with flowery metaphors:
Analysis (ai): This poem displays a nationalistic sentiment, glorifying the beauty and allure of the Philippines through personification and natural imagery. It shares the author's profound love for his homeland, similar to his other works such as "Mi Ultimo Adios" and "El Canto del Viajero."
The Song of Maria Clara. Sweet the hours in the native country, where friendly shines the sun above! Life is the breeze that sweeps the meadows; tranquil is death; most tender, love. Warm kisses on the lips are playing. as we awake to mother's face: the arms are seeking to embrace her, the eyes are smiling as they gaze.
